Yesterday’s post reminded me of another knitting-in-public story. While we still lived in Sheffield, England, my older daughter Eva went to swimming lessons at Heeley Baths, an indoor pool (most of them are indoors in England). I brought my knitting to pass the time during her lesson.
A girl about five or six years old asked me what I was doing. “I’m knitting a sweater,” I said. We talked about it a little. “Do you know anyone who knits?” I asked. She considered for a few moments, then answered, “My brother had nits in his hair.”